Zeta
The pendulum swings, and time itself seems to rush forward. Through half-lowered lashes you can hear seconds rustle, the Earth swaying on its fine chain, and with each motion, stars are born and vanish.
Epsilon
Eta
The pendulum swings, and time itself seems to rush forward. Through half-lowered lashes you can hear seconds rustle, the Earth swaying on its fine chain, and with each motion, stars are born and vanish.